Hatred Buried in That Winter
Language: en
Genevieve gave me the silent treatment, all for her childhood friend. She left me stranded in a foreign country for three years. I had a shattered leg. I was penniless and didn't speak a word of the language. My only means of survival was picking through trash. More than once, I called her, begging. "Genevieve, I'm not going to make it out here." Her only reply was a cold, distant dismissal. "If it wasn't for you, would Tristan have gotten hurt? I'll bring you home when you've finally shed that spoiled heir attitude of yours." What Genevieve didn't know, or didn't care to know, was that in…